Whisked Away

July 22, 2017
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I stumble upon the heaps
Of larger snowflakes
Sworn to bring me down
To their delicacy is none to sweet,
Instead, is a pillar of salt,
Waiting to be thrown aboard
I have fallen now upon this spot,
Into a out rushed in far too soon,
They're getting closer now
Their teasing and mockery,
Mark me a fool,
A worn-out corpse,
Ready to be iced away

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